Over the weekend, a friend sent me a picture which reminded me how large a chunk of life a dog occupies in the life of a dog owner. Regular readers will remember Puff, who's pictured over on the right and who died in June of 2005.

The picture shows me on my deck in Berkeley, in 1990, holding Puff when he was still a puppy:

Damn, but I look young and naive compared to today! Little did I know what I was in for over the next few years. (Now, of course, I look old and naive, which is a completely different deal.)

Fifteen years. It's a lifetime for a dog, and a lot of time for us, too.

Hmmm....

The blog will be four in May, so I guess by dog standards, it's getting middle aged.